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Chapter 271 A Lesson in Psychic Power
Lyra wandered through the space, feeling as if she were touring a famous scenic spot
This was Hadrien’s first time here as well, and he looked around with genuine curiosity.
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After stepping around a decorative folding screen, they spotted several Sentinels standing out in the hallway.
One of them stepped forward to greet them. “Good afternoon, Ms. Kaelin p>
Lyra did not recognize him, yet she returned the polite greeting.
He gestured ahead. “Elowen is waiting for you inside. Please follow me p>
Hearing that, Lyra instinctively checked the time, relieved they had not arrived late.
Garen and the rest of the Wastelands Squad did not follow further inside. “Ms. Kaelin, it wouldn’t 11:20 Mon, Sep 21 be appropriate for us to go inside. We’ll wait out here until you’re finished p>
Lyra nodded.
Hadrien walked calmly side-by-side with her.
The Sentinel guiding them recognized him instantly and raised no objection.
Talk about the new Guide had spread like wildfire through Sentinel circles lately.
Rumor said Hadrien had gotten unbelievably lucky, winning the affection of an innocent, unworldly young Guide.
When they entered the inner chamber, a soft, sweet fragrance washed over them, reminiscent of ripe pear and lychee.
They rounded another screen and finally laid eyes on Elowen.
She wore an embroidered purple fitted silk gown. The fabric framed her gentle, elegant figure; long legs peeked out subtly through the side slit. Her long hair was coiled neatly at the nape, secured by a green-bamboo hairpin dangling fine tassels.
Elowen was blending custom perfume. An incense burner sat on the table to her left, thin wispy white smoke curling upward, releasing that same sweet scent.
Lyra already knew Elowen was fascinated by Easthold culture, yet the depth of that passion still surprised her.
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Even growing up on Earth. Lyra had never worn a fitted silk gown, nor did she know the first thing about incense crafting.
She stared, utterly captivated. Hadrien only glanced briefly, then looked away.
“Elowen,” the guiding Sentinel spoke softly to get her attention.
“Mm-hm,” Elowen replied lazily, her voice warm and melodic.
She tilted her head slightly but kept her focus fixed on her hands. “Just a moment. I’m almost finished p>
The Sentinel gave an apologetic smile toward Lyra and Hadrien. “Sorry. Please have a seat over there. Once she gets absorbed in this work, nothing can pull her away p>
Lyra shook her head to show she did not mind, then sat down on a wooden chair with Hadrien beside her.
The Sentinel served them coffee in fine cups. Every detail felt strangely familiar to Lyra.
“Thank you,” she typed.
“You are welcome.” The Sentinel stepped back and stood behind Elowen.
The distinct tap-tap sound of Lyra’s typing caught Elowen’s ear. She turned her head toward them.
Clink.
She tapped the carved burner lid lightly with a metal perfume spoon, finished her work at last, and glided over.
Lyra realized this was the same Guide she had seen watering flowers on her very first day in the Guide residential district.
“Please sit.” Elowen lifted a slender hand when Lyra started to rise.
Lyra settled back into her seat, a little nervous.
She typed her introduction. “Hello, Ms. Sorrel. My name is Lyra Kaelin p>
Elowen’s eyes lifted. Every movement carried effortless grace. “I know who you are. No need for formalities. You may call me Elowen p>
Her gaze shifted over to Hadrien. “And who is this p>
Hadrien looked at Lyra beside him.
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Lyra typed again. “This is Hadrien Vale. He is my personal guard p>
At those words, the corner of Hadrien’s mouth lifted.
Elowen gave a short nod. “Before our lesson begins, your personal guard will need to wait outside. Is that acceptable p>
Lyra turned to look at Hadrien. He met her gaze quietly, waiting for her call.
Lyra typed, “That is fine p>
“Bren.” Elowen called. “Show this gentleman to the next room to wait p>
“Understood.” The Sentinel who had led them over turned toward Hadrien. “Please come with
me p>
Hadrien looked to Lyra. Once she nodded, he followed Bren Corvin out of the room.
Elowen smoothed her dress and sat down. Her pale hands rested gently on her lap, her back held straight, poised and refined.
“Alright, Lyra. Tell me first, what is your psychic power tier p>
Elowen had the striking, noble features of a classic beauty. Soft pink cheeks, full rose-toned lips, fine willow-shaped eyebrows, and calm, slanted almond eyes.
When she was not smiling, her simple glance carried quiet authority, the weight of someone accustomed to being in charge.
Lyra’s nerves flared. She sat up straighter and typed, “Tier-2S p>
“No wonder word has spread that you can purify Sentinels with no prior Guide training p>
Lyra blinked in confusion. Huh?
Do only high-tier Guides manage to do that?
Elowen read the confusion on her face.
“That is correct. Any Guide capable of purification through physical touch alone must be at minimum Tier-S p>
Lyra nodded in understanding.
“Even with your high tier, we will start from the absolute basics,” Elowen went on. “You need to learn how to observe what happens inside your own mindscape at all times p>
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Lyra wore a serious expression, hearing this unfamiliar term.
“Can you see your own mindscape?” Elowen asked.
Lyra shook her head blankly.
“Then I will teach you how to connect to it,” Elowen said. “Close your eyes. Draw your awareness deep inward. Try to move past that layer of total darkness p>
Lyra obeyed and shut her eyes, following Elowen’s instructions to feel inward.
“Take your time. Do not rush p>
After a short while, noticing her furrowed brows, Elowen spoke. “How is it going p>
Lyra opened her eyes and typed, “It feels relaxing, just like resting my eyes. But… I still cannot see anything p>
When you close your eyes, everything goes black, right? How am I supposed to move through it? Where do I even find the mindscape?
She had no clue.
Elowen paused.
Logically, this should not happen.
Lyra stood at Tier-2S, an exceptionally high rank. Her mindscape ought to be vastly larger and far easier to sense than most other Guides.
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